Well, that's the problem - a long time. She has every right to not beleive me and end this, and I have to swallow the bitter pill that it's almost all my fault. I can't think of anything she's done wrong that wasn't a bad response to something I'd already done.
The waiting, the separation, will be the hardest trial I can imagine. I'm going to do what I can to show that I've changed - to "put out the invitation" as our counselor says. If she still leaves me, then I will have to get by and move on with my kids and lean on God. I don't want that to happen, and somewhere inside I don't think she does, but she just doesn't feel like she can trust the changes. Some of that is experience with me, some of that is detritus from a rocky childhood. But, it's probably mostly me.
It's just a waiting and working game for me ... nothing else but try to change and endure the pain.